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The Camp

Hi Folks, I’m a little late to the party, but no matter; still time for another hundred word(ish) submission to the Friday Fictioneers.

Photo prompt this week is courtesy of Rachel Bjerke.

Originally, I had a more sci-fi tilt to this story, but I changed to more conventional fiction and dropped words like molecular rifle and stealth field to make it easier to understand with less word count. Anyway, comments are appreciated. 

I will try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s difficult to get round to everyone. Therefore, I try to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. I also hit a random selection from the list. You know know what gems you will find.

Finally, a short word on the weekly challenge. The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there’s something for everyone to be found within its midst.

© Copyright - Rachel Bjerke

PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright – Rachel Bjerke

The Camp

‘You’re late’

John stopped walking and crouched, his movements deliberate. Unclipping his backpack with one hand, the other held his rifle steady, allowing him to check his surroundings before placing his burgen to one side and lying on the ground.

‘Trouble, nothing serious.’

John’s answer found a shadowy form as Rohan, his fellow operative, crawled into view. Camouflaged, Rohan had chosen well, his foxhole granting views of the camp below whilst its position was perfectly hidden.

‘Don’t get comfortable John, target is in situ.’

Drawing a bead, John searched the camp. He needn’t look hard, for the target walked into view, a local warlord surrounded by his sycophantic entourage. Squeezing the trigger, John smiled, knowing he had rid the world of yet another tyrant.

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